We Are All Survivors

01/18/19

It’s true. We all enter this world through what could arguably be classified as an extreme act of violence; covered in blood, forced out of a warm, comforting space into the harsh light and sound of a blurry, jarringly alien environment. To live, we must first endure the trauma of being born. We come into life fighting for it. Surviving.

Everything that happens to us from that moment forward is a journey. And when we reach the end of it, we not only have survived everything along the path, we transcend it. Rise above it, no matter what it is. Survivors.

It is a fact that we cannot quantify suffering. No matter how hard our ego tries to make everything into a competition, no one holds the title for ‘Most Beleaguered’ in life. No one. Why? Simple. As one sovereign being to another, we have no right to put a price tag or score count to someone else’s suffering. It is theirs, and only they know how much it really hurts.

Because I’ve suffered ritual abuse and torture, does that make my pain more significant than anyone else’s? ‘Worse than’? No. It simply makes it ‘different than’. Pain is subjective. They created a sliding scale for physical pain for this very reason. I’ve tweeted about this. And the motivator is actually chilling.

Study after study proved that recovery rates among hospital patients is directly linked to how well their pain is controlled during the healing process. When further studies were done, it became clear that reports of uncontrolled pain were overwhelmingly due to medical staff assessing patient pain levels by their own subjective views on how a person experiencing pain should act and look. If you had surgery and happened to be stoic about expressing pain, chances were good that you would be left to suffer it with little to no relief. See what I mean about it being chilling?

There is a very good reason why I and other survivors like Sarah and Chris are alive and sharing our truths with the world right now, and it is both multi faceted and spiritually profound, but the thing that seems to amaze people most commonly about us is their own quantification of our level of suffering. People routinely diminish the significance of whatever horrors they have survived when they read about ours; and it always strikes me as bittersweet, because we all suffer pain and indignities in life, and in this world they all stem from a common source…and are necessary for us to learn the lessons each individual soul requires to complete its unique leg of the journey.

We are ALL survivors. Every one of us. Sharing painful truths with others who are willing to hear them and see the truth of the person laying them bare is an act of bravery, to be sure. But it is brave on the part of the listener, too, because when we share in another’s pain, we write it into the pages of our own story. It leaves a mark. A breadcrumb, for the next leg of the journey, where we look back on what we’ve learned and use it to guide us to a place of wisdom and inner peace. Of understanding. Evolution.

So I want to thank you all, for sharing my truth…most especially the painful parts that it takes bravery to put out there. Because you are brave too. Seeking truth, no matter how much it might hurt, is an act of bravery. Sovereignty. And offering comfort and understanding to another soul is a gift that cannot be limited by any measure. It is love, and that is the most precious resource in all of Creation.

My story will not be linear, as time itself is not really linear. Timelines are mutable. Changeable. And for the fragmented psyche of an SRA survivor, that is even more true. I am still putting the pieces of my puzzle together, and many are missing. Telling it helps me to see the bigger picture, despite those missing pieces, and allows my mind to remember at its own pace, healing the fissures left in the wake of unearthing that which was buried there for so long.

I have finally found the answer to what my soul mission is in this life, and I am committed to completing it. If even one person’s life is changed for the better, even in the seemingly smallest of ways, by my sharing the truth of my own, then I have succeeded. I cannot think of any place I’d rather be than right here, in this moment. And this one. And this one. Nor would I go back and change anything in my past, if given the clear choice to do so. If I did, I would not be the person I am right this second…and I love who I’ve turned out to be.

Namaste, beautiful souls. Today is the first day of the rest of our lives on this planet, and it is glorious. #WWG1WGA ❤

5 thoughts on “We Are All Survivors

  1. You have a beautiful way with words, whitetiger9. Painful past and hard concepts to explain to the world, but you do so with grace. I am with you on this journey, and I am keeping you in my prayers. We may not share the same faith, but we are both spiritual I believe. I call on a higher power to give you peace, feelings of comfort, lack of stress, safety, and a knowledge that you are making a difference. And I am so glad that Dannielle wrote a comment. I absolutely love her long twitter threads. She helps me to understand my faith from a Jewish point of view. Really beautiful. Namaste to you dear one.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind, comforting words. It is most important to me that I do everything I can to make a difference in this world. I love Dannielle’s long threads too! We all have so much to learn from one another. Light be with you. Namaste.

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  2. I’m so confused, not just a little scared, frozen in fear. I do not understand how to move forward. I can’t accept the horrors that have been exposed, nor am I “allowed” to do anything about it.

    Therein lies my dilemma. I’ve been tasked with being the protector and provider for the past 30yrs. Now I find out I have been lied to about almost every aspect of American Life. There appears to be a massive section of our population (neighbors, politicians, LEOs, pastors, youth leaders, etc) that prey upon the weakest of humanity.

    How can I _not_ feel it my responsibility to remedy this situation?! But if I do make any attempt, I’ll be locked up, or worse. Therefore, the term WWG1WGA really takes on a new meaning. If we ALL root out the scourge, it’s acceptable. If I try to do anything myself, I’d be labeled a lunatic & locked up or shot. But yet, no one is doing anything. Which in turn builds my fear, contempt, & hatred.

    So. I am frozen in place. The eviction papers were literally posted on the door yesterday. I can’t just forget what I now know. Nor can I focus and write appraisal reports. The two aspects (humanity’s avenger vs. real estate appraiser) are in laughable juxtaposition.

    I have succeeded in every endeavor; until now. After choking down my red pill I do not know what to do with my new eyes & ears. So I do nothing.
    – Will the cornered animals press the button and nuke us all before giving up?
    – Are there TRULY even any white hats at all taking care of any of this Evil?
    – Am I on a watch list because I now know and am quite vocal about it? (I have compelling evidence that I am.)

    Tiger, thanks for sharing your truths and thank you for allowing me a place to share my truths. I wish you nothing but goodness in the days ahead. I’m so alone. My live-in girlfriend doesn’t deny the truth of the Hivites, but she absolutely will not talk or look at it, either. I haven’t felt compassionate human touch in almost two years now, which really helps, eh? Anger, rage, fear, confusion? Yes, these are my life partners as of late. And stress and worry and homelessness within days.

    I absolutely cannot live in a world where children, the weak, and women are food & slaves. Nor do I know how to fix it. And I’ve always known how to fix any obstacle placed in front of me.

    Much love and Peace, Tiger. I hope I’ll be able to read your inspiring words in the days to come. Be well. ♥️

    Rob C.
    theappraizer@gmail.com

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